I want to tell you
How I’m feeling
But don’t want dependence
To weigh you down.
I want you to see
That I’m hurting.
It should be obvious
I want to know
Why nobody is around
When I’m hurting the most
But I don’t want an audience
For my tears.
I want to be heard
But can’t help
Soldiering on in silence.
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A white Victorian dollhouse
Sits on the playroom floor
The children run around outside
Playing games they’d get in trouble for playing
If only they weren’t
Inside the dollhouse
The parents are cold and
They have grown out of love
From constant fighting
Cheating, and being
After many years
The dollhouse is falling apart.
The roof is collapsing
The support beams are cracking
Termites have destroyed the foundation.
And all the while,
The kids are playing outside
I see a girl with emerald eyes
That glisten and ensnare
The world with it’s skies
Without the slightest care,
Free from what’s soon to destroy her.
I see a girl with eyes so cool
For they’ve seen the world fall
To armies so cruel
That they’ll take it all
Away for the chance to entrap her.
I see you with your eyes cast down
A single glance and I peruse
A distinctly permanent frown
From the emotional abuse
That you let yourself go through.
How do you loathe me? I forbid you count the ways!
You loathe me to the shallow and short lengths
Your body engages with abandon, when in sight
Against the beginnings of nonexistence and imperfect cruelty
You loathe me from the rear of never night’s
Subtle rule, by moon and natural light
You loathe me strictly, as women abandon immorality
You loathe me pollutedly, as I unbend after scolding.
You loathe me without the leniency you call to use
On your new joys, and without my experienced denial
You loathe me with a hatred you existed to create
Without your newfound saints. You loathe me with a choke,
Frown, laughter of your demise; and, if the devil declines me
You shall but loathe me worse during our next life.
http://www.napowrimo.net/ antonym poetry prompt from day 30! Inspired by Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s famous poem (and one of my favorites) “How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways…”; which can be found here http://www3.amherst.edu/~rjyanco94/literature/elizabethbarrettbrowning/poems/sonnetsfromtheportuguese/howdoilovetheeletmecounttheways.html